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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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Love at First Bite (18+) | Adam (OLLA) x Fem!Reader

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A/N: You’ve been dating Adam for a while and this Valentine’s Day, you take a new step in your relationship. Written as part of the 14 Days of Valentines Collection curated by @muddyorbsblr ❤️ This is my first time writing for Adam. I hope you enjoy!

Genre/Warnings: Smut (18+), fluff too, angst (if you squint), established relationship, language, vampires, biting, mentions of blood, dom/sub dynamics, restraints

Word Count: 3.5k

“It is too dangerous, darling. The answer is still no.”

At his steadfast declination, you turned your lips downward into your most convincing pout, your doe eyes adding to the air of innocence and longing. The demure look on your face was surely a stark contrast to your lascivious body, perched as it was, straddling Adam's lap and clad in nothing save for a pair of black lace panties and one of his tee shirts. “I only want it because I’m so sure you’d never hurt me, Adam.”

Your immortal lover brought his cool fingertips up from where they had been resting on your hip to brush softly against the column of your throat, his eyes meeting yours and swimming with a heady cocktail of solemnity, regret, and... was that desire? “We’re not talking about a hickey, love. I’d pierce your skin, drink your blood. By definition it would hurt you.”

You gave an exasperated sigh. “You know what I mean, Adam. I just know that I’d be safe with you. I trust you with my life.” An almost feline smirk stretched across your crimson lips. “And I can’t stop thinking about how hot it would be. Please, Adam. I want this.”

As you finished your plea, you began to kiss and suck on his neck, working your way from the corner of his chiseled jaw down to the notch between his collarbones, pulling a gravelly moan from his lips in response to your attention. You were fully aware that you were testing his resolve, fraying the edge of it, thread by thread. Hopefully, one day soon, it would finally snap, because you knew that deep down he, too, found the idea of drinking from you incredibly erotic.

He has actually admitted as much to you in the past. The two of you have discussed it before, almost too many times to count over the fourteen months that you've been seeing each other. Understandably, prior to dating Adam, your knowledge of vampires was limited. You'd thought that if he were to ever sink his fangs into you, that there were two options: dying or becoming a vampire yourself. It surprised you to learn that he could bite you, feed from you, without killing you and without turning you. From that moment on, the thought of him doing just that took up occupancy in a dark corner of your mind and never left.

“Darling…” Adam’s husky growl pulled you back to the present moment. “…look at me.”

You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his collarbone and met his gaze with your own.

He seemed to hesitate for just the briefest second, as if he was contemplating a change of heart, before he continued, “I can’t bring myself to do it, to mar this perfect skin…” as he said it, he brushed the pads of his fingers against your throat once again, touching you so gently, as if you were as delicate as a butterfly’s wing. “...you’re my lover, my partner. I love you, I cherish you, I respect you. You’re not a food source.”

You pondered his words for a moment before responding, absentmindedly tracing swirling patterns along the alabaster planes of his bare chest with your lithe fingertips.

“Adam, do we not have sex?”

He looked stunned at your question and scoffed as though it was the most ridiculous question he’d ever been asked. “Of course we do.”

“And is sex not a primal, almost animalistic desire?”

“I suppose so, but —”

You cut him off before he could continue. “So if you have no problem using my body to sate one primal hunger, why are you so morally opposed to using it to sate another?”

Adam's mouth opened as if he wanted to say something in response before it drew shut once more as he considered your words. Seizing the opportunity, you continued, leaning forward to rasp seductively in his ear, "We both already love it when I submit to you in the bedroom. Think of this as a natural extension of that submission... a way for me to yield even more control and power to you, Sir." You felt him shudder as the final word rolled off your tongue.

When you pulled yourself back to look at him once more, you noticed that Adam seemed flustered by your words; he broke eye contact and looked around like he was searching the room for a reply that kept evading him. And if vampires could blush, you thought to yourself, his neck and cheeks would be turning scarlet.

"Adam..." you whispered as you took his face between both of your hands and gently turned his head to look at you. There was a sadness in his eyes when they met yours again. He looked sorry. Guilty, even. "...we don't have to keep discussing this for now. It's okay. I can tell it is upsetting you, and that's not what I want. That's not what I ever want." As you breathed out your loving reassurance, you kissed him softly, willing all of your adoration to cascade over him in a soothing wave of warmth and devotion.

When you finally broke the kiss, Adam spoke again at last, his voice careful and deliberate, as if what he was saying might scare you away.

"Y/N, my love, I would be lying if I told you that your suggestion doesn't sound... divine. My reluctance to grant your request does not stem from a lack of desire, I assure you. In fact, it is just the opposite. I fear that I desire it too strongly -- that I'd enjoy it too much. That I'd be unable to control myself... unable to bring myself to stop."

You held your breath, completely captivated by his words; this was a new revelation -- he was being more honest with you than he'd ever been. If you were being truthful, it did scare you a little. But it didn't make the idea of Adam drinking from you any less arousing.

His eyes swam with unshed tears as he continued.

"I am ashamed, darling. Ashamed of how much I want it." He blinked and one of those tears broke free, toppling over the edge of his cheekbone and leaving a glistening trail down the side of his face. "And I know you trust me with your life, Y/N, but the trouble is, I don't trust myself..."

There was a pregnant pause -- Adam took a deep breath and he slowly swallowed, as if he was pushing down his own fear. What happened next sent a shiver down your spine and a jolt of arousal to your heated core.

His pupils dilated and his sapphire eyes darkened with lust before he continued, "...at least not yet."

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More than six weeks had passed since that conversation with Adam; it was the last time the delicate subject of him biting you came up. Neither of you mentioned it again after Adam bared his soul to you the way he did and finally admitted the real reason he was so hesitant to grant your salacious wish.

Your thoughts drifted back to that night; after your conversation and Adam's confession, the two of you shared a night of passion that has been burned in your memory ever since. The ferocity, the possessiveness, the raw eroticism. The way he claimed you so roughly, so thoroughly, that you would never again doubt who you belonged to.

Something turned Adam completely feral that night -- the marks of ownership he left on your body lasted nearly a week and the echo of him chanting "Mine..." over and over again like a mantra rang in your ears long after the night ended.

A wave of hot, wet arousal pooled between your thighs at the vivid memory.

A ping from your phone delivered you from your reverie and brought your thoughts back to the present. It was a text from Adam.

Happy Valentine's Day, my love. I cannot wait to see you tonight. I have a surprise for you so don't be late. xx

The loving yet commanding tone of his text message, combined with the filthy images that had just been flashing through your mind, fanned the flames of your already sweltering desire. You hoped that whatever Adam had in store for you tonight would lead to the bedroom.

Glancing at the clock, you realized that you had just over an hour to get ready if you wanted to arrive on time. You'd better get to work.

After showering and ensuring you were properly groomed from head to toe, you slipped on Adam's favorite black mesh lingerie set. The sheer fabric left almost nothing to the imagination, and the strappy accents gave a subtle but sexy nod to the harnesses and cuffs he loved to use on you. You hoped he would use them tonight.

You chose a classic little black dress and leather jacket to wear over the lingerie. The look was complete with a touch of makeup, including blood red lips, and your black Doc Martens. With one last once-over in the mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval and walked out the door.

When you pulled up to Adam's and approached the front door, you could hear him playing music inside, the vibrations from his amplifier rattling the old house. You pressed your palm lightly against the door, feeling as the wooden panels seemed to thrum with electricity under your touch. There was no need to ring the doorbell -- he'd barely be able to hear it, bathed as he was in his own symphony of sound. Plus, you knew he'd be able to pick up your scent and would come to greet you and welcome you inside.

Not even 30 seconds later, the music came to a stop and you could hear the faint creaking of the floorboards as Adam gracefully descended the staircase and strode towards the front door.

As he swung open the door, he stood before you, clad in faded black jeans and his favorite robe, tied sluttishly loose around his waist so that his bare chest was exposed to your roaming eyes. His own iridescent orbs peered out from behind curtains of jet-black hair and met yours with a simmering intensity that took your breath away. At your reaction, a self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth; no doubt he could hear your quickening heartbeat.

"Hello, darling. Right on time, I see. Good girl." He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest and nuzzling the top of your head. His praise turned you to a puddle for him and dammit, he knew it. Not that you were complaining.

"Hi Adam," you murmured softly, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, indeed," he hummed, "Come inside, love, so we can begin celebrating."

You followed him inside, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your jacket in the foyer, and before you knew it, you found yourself in a familiar position -- straddling his lap as he sat on the couch, lips joined together in a passionate kiss. His cool digits danced up the length of your thighs, hiking up the skirt of your dress as they went. The chill of the air meeting your freshly exposed skin caused you to shiver, and Adam took advantage of your momentary distraction to break the kiss and move his attention to your neck, licking and sucking on your pulse point until you moaned for him.

"Adam..." you panted, "I thought you said you had a surprise for me?"

You could feel him smile against your neck, and he chuckled softly before he replied, "Don't worry, my love, you'll find out soon enough."

Your skirt was bunched around your waist at this point, and Adam brought one hand between your thighs and stroked a finger against your mesh-covered heat.

"Mmm... so wet for me already," he growled darkly, "And I see you wore my favorite. Such a good girl. My good girl."

When you let out a high-pitched whimper in response to his touch and his words, he recaptured your mouth with his, pushing his tongue past your teeth and stroking it languidly against your own. You followed his lead and returned the favor, pushing your tongue against his lips to ask for entry, which he easily granted.

As his teeth parted for you, however, you felt a strange movement within his mouth -- something new... something foreign. It felt like his teeth were...growing? In your confusion, you stilled your tongue against his teeth and realized that he was slowly, but surely, protracting his fangs.

He had never done this before. He'd never even let you see his fangs. Your heart pounded against your ribcage like a mallet on a drum and you pulled away so you could look him in the eyes. Instead of the familiar crystalline blue orbs, you were met with a warm reddish-gold. Equally as beautiful, but more menacing, more... hungry.

Did this mean...?

"Are you frightened, darling?" Adam eyed you warily, concern etched all over his devastatingly handsome face. Concern and...lust.

"Yes," you breathed out in a shaky response. "Yes... and no."

"Good..." he breathed in sharply through his nose and you swear you saw the color of his eyes intensify even more as he inhaled your scent. "I'd be worried if you weren't scared at all. A healthy dose of fear is completely normal in this situation and will likely even heighten the experience for you."

You gasped as his words sunk in. Was he finally ready?

“Adam,” you started. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“I’m ready, Y/N. If this is something that you still want, I’m ready to give it to you.” He brought his hand up to stroke your face, thumb brushing gently across your cheekbone. “I want to drink from you. To taste you in a way I haven’t before.”

“Oh, please, Adam. Yes, I still want this,” you rasped. “I trust you completely.”

At your confirmation, he pressed his lips to yours once more, and stood from the couch, hands cupping your ass as he carried you towards the bedroom with purpose. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gave yourself into the kiss, your whole body humming with anticipation of what was about to happen.

Adam laid you down gently onto the bed and hovered over you, resting his weight on his sinewy forearms. He broke the kiss to give you a chance to catch your breath and when your eyes met his, you saw something else lurking beneath the reddish-gold blanket of hunger and lust. Reverence. He was in awe that you were willing to let him do this, to submit to him and give yourself to him in this way.

“Darling, before we go any further, I need you to know that I love you,” he proclaimed, his voice husky with desire. “I love you so much, and I promise to keep you safe.”

“I know, Adam, I love you too.”

“I’m going to time my bite so that it coincides with your release. That way, the surge of endorphins will help with the pain.”

“I’m not worried about the pain, Adam, I —“

He cut you off before you could finish. “I am. At least for this first time. There’s nothing I can do to stop it completely but if I can lessen the pain then I’m going to.”

There was no room for argument, so you simply nodded your understanding.

“There’s one other thing, my love…” Adam began, “…if it is alright with you, I think it might be better if I restrain you.”

“Restrain me?” A shudder ran through you, your natural sense of self-preservation kicking in. Despite your earlier hope that he would use cuffs and harnesses on you tonight, this didn’t feel like the time.

“I know what it sounds like, but it is actually to ensure your safety even more. I trust myself, but I do think that any sort of struggle might trigger my more… predatory instincts. I’m sure I can control them, but why test that theory? Again, at least for this first time.”

Your heart fluttered with excitement at the fact that not once, but twice now, he alluded to there being a next time.

“Okay then. Yeah, let’s take every precaution,” you breathed out with a heavy sigh. The weight of the situation was taking its toll on your energy level.

Adam worked quickly to remove your dress and all of his own clothing before he secured your wrists to the corners of the headboard with silken rope. You were quite literally spread out for him. Like a meal.

He began kissing you then, beginning with your lips and moving shortly to your neck, worshipping you like a goddess as he licked and sucked his way from your chin to your shoulder, pulling breathy moans from you as he went. Without interrupting his oral ministrations, he swiftly removed your panties with one hand. You lifted your hips and legs to help him pull them down and completely off your body.

That same hand of his came back up to cup your sex. He groaned as he dipped his fingers between your glistening folds, gathering up your slick wetness before moving his attention to your aching clit.

“Oh, Adam…” you whimpered desperately. “I want you. I need you. Please.”

“Shhh, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

As he said the words, he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly thrust his rigid cock into your waiting pussy.

“Fuck —“ he gasped, “so fucking tight. I’ll never tire of claiming your perfect little cunt.”

You clenched around him, pulling a deep, guttural groan from his chest.

As he began rutting his hips, grinding against you and into you, you could tell that you were close. That familiar coil was tightening at the base of your abdomen and it wouldn’t take long at this rate for it to snap.

“Adam, I’m — ahh — I’m close!” You managed to piece together the words between pants.

“Are you ready?” He asked you soberly, one final check that he had your consent.

“Yes, Adam. Please drink from me.”

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

He reached between your bodies and moved his dexterous fingers against your clit once more, pulling you towards the precipice of pleasure and hurdling you over the edge.

At the same time that he felt you come, squeezing his cock like a vice, he brought his lips to the spot where your shoulder met your neck and bit down. Hard. Sinking his fangs into your supple flesh, savoring the blood that pooled on his tongue.

He found his release not long after, coating your walls in his seed.

Amidst the throes of your orgasm, you could feel the sharp pain when he bit you. The pain was worse than you thought it would be and for a moment you were frightened. Had you made a mistake?

But then, as quickly as it came, the pain faded away; it melted into ecstasy as he drank from you. You reveled in his moans of pleasure at the taste of you on his tongue.

After a few swallows, he pulled away from your neck and peered down at you; you watched as his fangs retracted and his eyes began to return to their usual shade of blue. A few drops of your blood still clung to his lips and you were somewhat surprised to realize that you found the sight to be one of the most erotic you’d ever seen.

Once he came back to himself, he scrambled to untie your wrists and wrapped your body, limp and spent as it was, in his arms.

“My sweet, darling girl…” he lovingly whispered. “You were so good for me. So brave. So selfless. And you taste even more divine than I had imagined. Thank you for trusting me. And thank you for being patient and waiting for me to be ready, even though you’ve wanted to try this for so long.”

“I love you, Adam,” were the only words you were able to form at the moment.

As you lay there, coming back down from your high and recovering your depleted energy, Adam tended to you. He massaged your wrists and shoulders to soothe any ache left behind from the restraints, and he lifted you and carried you into the en-suite bathroom where he lowered you into the tub that had already begun to fill with warm water.

The wound on your neck was not very deep. He cleaned it thoroughly and bandaged it up for you.

“Thank you Adam,” you finally managed to say.

He chuckled, “You’re welcome, darling. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but I had no doubt that I would enjoy it. Did you like it as much as you thought you would?”

You basked for a moment in how sated you felt physically and how closely, intimately, connected to him you felt emotionally.

Then you looked up at him and with a cheeky smile you replied, “It was love at first bite.”

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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: Request from anon. Halloween is not Halloween without Adam, am I right? Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2015 Warnings: smut, blood/feeding, hints of Dom/sub dynamic

“Hey, uh, listen… you… I don’t want you to come over tonight.” That was a first. Frowning, you gripped your phone tighter, staring at the bus stop sign as if its very existence was at fault for Adam’s sudden change of heart.

“Is… everything okay?” You’d been spending the weekend at his place almost every week for the past few months. After meeting at an underground music festival where you’d helped out as a volunteer, the spark between you had turned into a destructive fire and, after a funny period of dancing around one another in an attempt to build trust, you had ended up sharing the bed. Adam was by far the most skilled lover you had ever had. He was considerate, never finished before you did and God… did he take aftercare and foreplay to a different level.

It had taken him one hundred days exactly to tell you his biggest secret—that the reason for his hiding from the world was not just him being an introvert… but being a centuries-old vampire. Perhaps he expected you to lash out, freak out, and call the police. But up until that point, Adam had not once laid a finger on you without your permission and now, you even felt bad for not believing him at first, thinking he was so deep in the music scene he now identified as a blood-sucking creature of the night. That was until one morning—you had been up all night fucking in various positions—he fell asleep in your arms on the couch, and then jerked awake screaming in pain, for the curtain had not been closed entirely and the sunlight creeping through promptly burned the back of his hand.

“Adam… is everything alright? It’s Halloween. I even baked cupcakes with O-negative in it!” Do you know how hard it was to bake something with blood?, you added silently.

“You did what now?” A low chuckle reached your ear, making you shiver.

“I did. We were going to watch cheesy horror movies and…” Use those new toys together. You’d been experimenting with handcuffs lately. You absolutely loved being tied up by him during sex.

“Listen, I know… it’s because… the blood supply at the hospital is running low. I had my last proper meal on Monday and I won’t be able to get a hold of new blood until the next. It’s too dangerous.”

You blinked. Too dangerous? It took you a moment to understand. He wanted to protect you. From himself. Your lips parted.

“You… you’re worried you’ll hurt me?”

“Yes, darling. That’s why I need you to stay away from me until Monday, alright?”

Mutely, you shook your head. “Adam… I trust you. Nothing ever happened, so why would it now?”

“I haven’t fed properly. I normally…” He paused. “Normally, I feed right before you arrive.”

“Adam, I’m coming over. You know how busy work will be from November and then only God knows when I’ll be able to see you again. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling. But—“

“The bus is coming,” you said. You weren’t lying. You waved so the driver would stop to let you get on. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Darling, no. Don’t you dare—“ You hung up before he could finish his sentence. Dating a vampire meant you’d have to take a risk every now and then. And you were certainly not going to let your Halloween night be ruined by the fact you were human.

Twenty minutes later, you rang the doorbell and then walked backward a few steps so Adam could see you through his window. It took him about a minute to open the door for you—reproachfully so.

“Is it that hard for you to listen?” He said instead of a greeting but pulled you into his arms and kissed you regardless.

“I always got in trouble for that at school if it helps.” You grinned at him and then waved the cupcakes around in front of his face. He sighed.

“Come on upstairs then.”

It was fine. More than fine. Like you’d imagined, Adam and you were soon snuggled up on his sofa watching 80s horror movies and laughing about the bad special effects. You were munching on the Halloween candy you had brought for yourself, Adam was devouring your O-negative cupcakes. Not once had he expressed the urge to drink your blood. Quite on the contrary—he was as calm as ever.

“See? You’re doing fine. My cupcakes are helping,” you said during a quiet suspense-filled scene.

“They are indeed delicious.” He chuckled. By now, you were half-lying on his lap, your palm dangerously close to his crotch. You wondered where he had hidden the handcuffs and that silk rope… Biting your lower lip, you inched even closer to him, inconspicuously rubbing your palm against his most sensitive area.

“I know what you’re doing, darling. Stop that. Watch the film.” You rolled your eyes.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we forget about the movie… Adam…” You whined. “I’ve been so horny all week…”

Knowingly, he smiled to himself. “Ah, did you actually do as you were told and refrained from touching yourself until the weekend?”

“Yes!” It sounded like a complaint. “And now look at me! Adam, I need you…”

He chuckled once more and turned to face you. “Well… I reckon since you’ve been such a good girl for me…” Without any forewarning, he pushed you on your back and spread your legs, your skirt complimenting your form like a pair of wings. The vampire didn’t bother taking off your knickers. Instead, he simply pushed them aside to reveal your glistening cunt to him.

You’d been wet ever since you stepped foot into his house, the promise of what was to come later this night torturous foreplay.

“What do you want, hmm? Tell me. Use your words.” You bit your lower lip.

“I want you to fuck me. Please…”

“Just fuck? You think you’re wet enough for me?”

“Yes!”

You were glad Adam didn’t need to bother with a condom. Getting a human pregnant as a vampire was impossible, this wasn’t Twilight after all—and so, when you watched him undo his trousers and push them down to his thighs, you bucked your hips impatiently, waiting for him to sheathe himself inside of you.

A moan escaped your lips when he reached for your hands and held them tightly above your head, immobilising you for him until all you could do was beg with your hips bucking and your back arching—and you cursed when he impaled you on his hard cock only a moment later, pausing for only a second to let you adjust to him. He’d slid in with such ease you grew even hotter than you already were, your limbs shaking from the growing pleasure spreading in your core.

Adam was usually quieter during sex. He’d whisper sweet nothings in your ear, sigh during his climax and moan quietly whenever he felt your hands or mouth on his length… But today was different. He was growling, animalistic, almost feral.

“F-fuck…” You moaned, the force of his thrusts almost knocking all air from your lungs. The vampire buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. You were wearing his favourite perfume, anything to provoke him and make him devour you until you came around him screaming his name. Oh, you had certainly never left his house unsatisfied on Monday morning.

Whatever had ridden him, you liked it. Adam was being more dominant than usual, almost… manhandling you, using you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing him to angle you a bit differently so he could thrust even deeper… and then you suddenly felt a pair of sharp fangs pressing against your neck. You screamed in surprise when they broke your sensitive skin and you felt the blood pour from the wound.

Adam’s grip around your wrists tightened, his rhythm ruthless and frantic, uncontrolled. For just a split second, fear rushed through you, having you freeze beneath him—but then, it evaporated like fog on a spring morning, replaced by… arousal. Fuck… it felt… good?

Moaning his name shamelessly, you threw your head back to give him easier access, allowing him to feed on you while he fucked you senseless. At this point, you were unsure whether Adam was even aware of what he was doing. The sweet pain, however, paired with his tip continuously stroking your g-spot did not leave much room for any other thought than that of your orgasm which came crushing in on you like a tidal wave, knocking you off your feet. Clenching around him repeatedly, pure bliss consumed you until you were but a panting mess, triggering Adam’s own release.

He came inside you with a grunt, spurting rope after rope of his seed into you. Only then did he move his mouth away from your throat. Blank horror spread on his face as soon as he realised. His eyes had turned a dark golden, making him even more beautiful.

“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding out of you and throwing himself towards the other end of the sofa immediately. “Shit, are you hurt?”

“I… no,” you said, panting. “I’m okay. I’m… more than okay… Fuck… Adam, that was really hot.”

“Hot? I fucking bit you… I…”

“It felt good! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard before…”

Not quite convinced, his gaze wandered to the wound on your neck. It stung a little when you touched it but if that was the prize you’d had to pay for wild sex like that, then so be it.

“I promise, Adam. I… I actually liked that.”

“You like me… feeding on you?” Hesitantly, he placed his hand on your knee when you sat up. You nodded.

“Is that weird? I never thought I liked a bit of… pain during sex but fuck… If we do this again… and you tie me up too… Oh my God…”

Adam licked his lips—without a doubt the taste of your blood was still lingering there. He’d enjoyed it too—you could tell by the hungry look in his beautiful eyes that were now slowly changing back to blue.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes… Adam, I trust you and just now, you didn’t actually hurt me.”

“I lost control. I could have hurt you.”

“But you didn’t. I… this can’t be the first time a vampire has a lover they feed from, no?”

“It’s not… but… it’s rare these days. Vampires used to enslave humans for their blood, keep them naked and half-frozen in their homes to feed on them whenever they got hungry. It was more common with male vampires, of course, but they’d… also use their prey for something else.” Prey. Slave.

Your eyes lit up. The idea of being his blood slave turned you on so much that your pussy clenched with desire. You could only guess that Adam did not fail to notice.

“You’re not like that. I know you’re not. I want this… and trust me, I’m surprised I do! Let me become your pleasure slave on the weekends…” You winked. “Maybe you won’t even need to sneak into the hospital for blood anymore.”

A weak smile played on his thin lips. “I’m not sure there will be a going back from this lifestyle if you choose to pursue it,” he warned, albeit with greed in his smooth voice.

“So? Adam, I love you. We’ve been seeing each other for months and if this is what our relationship will officially evolve into… let’s do it.”

His expression softened. “You love me?” You nodded gently.

He didn’t say it back, not yet. You didn’t need him to. He would when he was ready. Until then, you would explore whatever it was that was growing between you, further.

“Where are the handcuffs?” You whispered, smiling mischievously.

Adam must have still been hungry anyways.

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caffiend-queen · 5 months

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She is my Only Vice: the sequel to Everyone has a Vice, Pine…

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The Reluctant Spy - Jaguar Villains - Thomas Pine

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TVA? F.U.

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Haust Blot: A Loki Halloween tale Jotunn Loki

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One, or the Other: A Crimson Peak - Only Lovers Left Alive

Halloween Special

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That Old Black Magic CEO Loki Halloween Special

The Christmas Party - Loki, Avengers, “Holidays from Hel” series

A Date? A Prince of Asgard Does Not Ask For a Date!

I'm Mr. Heat Miser

What Are You Doing On New Year’s Eve? - A Loki - Avenger’s tale from the ‘Holidays in Hel’ series

I’ll Break Your Heart Before You Break Mine - A Loki - Avengers Valentine’s Day tale “Holidays from Hel” series

“Do Not Say ‘Always After My Lucky Charms’ or I Will Stab You” A St. Patrick’s Day - Avengers tale

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Oh, I Could Just EAT YOU UP! A Halloween "Holidays in Hel" Avenger's Tale.

The Dragon Bride - A “Springtime with Loki” one-shot

“I’m right here, honey…” A Tom on Broadway ask - Complete

Sing Banshee - Loki, The Avengers

On Your Knees - A Succubus Loki, Bucky Barnes filthy musing

That Which is Lost - A Loki, Avengers time-travel story

Blood and Music - A Bodyguard Tom story

The Auction - A Dystopian Loki, Bucky Barnes, Ransom Drysdale mashup.

Dr. Laing's Loose End - High Rise Dr. Robert Laing

What Do You Want For Your Birthday, Darling? follow-up to Dr. Laing's Loose End

You're Too Good For This Place - High Rise Dr. Robert Laing one-shot

You Belong To Me, Now Dr. Robert Laing, dark High Rise (artwork by RayofDawn)

The Mistletoe Chronicles - Christmas tales of Loki, Thomas Pine and Dr. Robert Laing

Metamorphosis - Loki

My Lovely Doll - Jaguar Villains Tom

(This is an age-gap dark romance. There is no underage sexual activity, but it IS dark.)

You're Definitely Trouble - Loki and occasional Avengers

#loki fandom #tom hiddleston #loki smut #jaguar villains #the night manager #crimson peak fandom #Only Lovers Left Alive fandom #OLLA Adam #Sir Thomas Sharpe #TVA fandom

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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 years

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Hey, does anyone has some Tom Hiddleston and Tom Hiddleston characters multiparts fic to advise me to read (can be on tumblr, ao3 or even wattpad) ?

Thanks a lot guys, self promotion is obviously accepted 😁

#tom hiddleston x reader #loki x reader #adam olla x reader #thomas sharpe x reader #fluff #smut #multipart #multi character #avengers #in need of some help #jonathan pine x reader #james conrad x reader #prince hal x reader

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marvelousmindloki · 1 year

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Were you the one who wrote the Halloween fic with the vampires from Only Lovers Left Alive? I'm looking to reread it because it had great atmosphere but having trouble locating it.

I do have an OLLA fic that features historic Detroit and has a Halloween chapter with a true ghost story. It's only on AO3 now (I took my fics off Tumblr during the porn purge), sorry.

Leave the Demons in the Dust

Chapters: 11/11 Words:55788 Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Smut, Science, Music, Art, Complete, Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon Summary: Adam's reclusive vampiric existence is disturbed by a woman who needs his help, she turns out to be more than he expected. A 'zombie' he can't apply the designation to... an equal he can't resist. A muse and a reflection. (Set as a prequel and epilogue to the film) COMPLETED

#leave the demons in the dust #hope that helps nonny #if it was the one you were looking for #if not send me some more details I'll try to help you find it

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charliecharazard · 1 year

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Heya! I am looking for Bucky rp accounts, Loki rp accounts, and Adam from OLLA accounts! I'd love to chat and rp!

NSFW ROLEPLAYING! I love story and smut. Both are fun. I'm 19 btw!

#bucky barnes #adam only lovers left alive #loki of asgard #loki #loki smut

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megthemewlingquim · 2 years

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adam

♡ — smut

this masterlist is all one big story, one between you and adam. think of it as a collection of one shots that could be read as a series. these one shots, as they are written, will be put here in the order in which i intend them to be read, if you want to read them as one big story. you do not have to read it as such, (it isn't a full series) but i personally like it this way. happy reading <3.

Tortured Artist

#adam masterlist #adam only lovers left alive #only lovers left alive #adam olla x reader #adam olla #adam x reader #adam headcanons #adam olla smut #adam olla x reader smut #adam x reader smut

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jewels2876 · 2 years

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Exquisite Torture

Dear god I let loose with the smut again! Still working on HBC Kinky Halloween and keeping with Adam from OLLA, since I know @the-th-horniest-book-club loves good Adam smut

Word count: 424

Warnings: Edging - vaginal sex - 18+ ONLY - if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you’re over the age of 18

The torment had started first thing in the morning; Adam had sunk his fangs into the juncture between your neck and left shoulder, sending waves of desire through you instantaneously. He stopped feeding with a chuckle. “Ah no my pet, I plan on driving you mad for me.”

The rest of the day Adam had stopped you for lingering kisses or sporadic groping. After lunch, he had pulled you in to your supply closet, initiating a heavy makeout session that left a bruise on your breast. Your panties had long been ruined and you couldn’t wait for him to take you home.

Finally classes had ended; you flew to your car, pulling Adam along with you. You wanted to jump him right there but reasoned your apartment was closer and warmer. Adam followed along with your plan, a tiny smile on his face.

“You’re delicious when you’re wet and wanting” Adam murmured as he pulled his mouth from you. Your head was spinning from the orgasm he had denied you. You had lost count after four; your voice was hoarse and your body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “Pet?” he prompted you.

“Please,” you managed to croak. Your hands reached out to stroke his hair as he settled between your legs. His touches and licks were feather-light; your thighs shook he danced around your core, ignoring your quivering clit. His eyes flitted up to your face, watching as you struggled to hold your orgasm back again.

Adam smiled as his cock throbbed painfully. “I do love when you beg, pet. I don’t believe I can hold back any longer myself.” Your cry caught in your throat as he raised himself and slid right into you. Your walls fluttered as you took a steadying breath.

“May I?” Your eyes opened wide, your tongue snaked out to wet your dry lips. Instead of answering Adam undulated his hips, dipping deeper inside of you. You knew you had to ask again otherwise he would keep you under this exquisite torture. “Please?”

Adam circled his hips once then pulled out, thrusting back into you hard, but still not answering. Your whimper grew louder as he repeated his motions again, then a third time. Your grasp on your orgasm was tenuous when you heard his rough voice. “Come now” combined with his thrust. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, every part shaking with relief. Adam’s own orgasm convulsed, ribbons of come coating your walls; you went limp beneath him as he continued to fill you.

#hbc kinky halloween #the th hbc #adam olla smut #adam olla x reader #adam only lovers left alive #adam olla #Smut #adam olla drabble #adam olla imagine

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just-the-hiddles · 4 years

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Fic Teasers | June 17, 2020

Hello! Another fantastic week of teasers. Interesting two stories here. Not a Tom or Loki in sight (not to worry they will return soon enough). Tomorrow, we have the much hyped hoe thoughts with Adam from Only Lovers Left Alive, our resident baronet, Sir Thomas Sharpe, and our unsuspecting reader. NOTE: Only the Whole Enchilada and people who ask to be tagged on the story will be tagged (so if you want a tag for this one let me know!) The only word to describe this is HOT! And then on Saturday, we have my first Stephen Strange fic! Thank you to everyone who sent in fluff ideas. I am looking forward to writing them!!!

ALWAYS TAG LISTS ARE OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WISH TO BE TAGGED ON ANY OF THESE STORIES OR TO BE ADDED TO ANY OF MY LISTS (EVERYTHING (WHOLE ENCHILADA), TOM (HIDDLES), LOKI (GOD OF MISCHIEF), AND/OR CHRIS EVANS (BOSTON BRO)). JUST COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR A MESSAGE!

The Gentleman and The Scoundrel | Sir Thomas Sharpe x Adam x Reader

“What was that?” You gripped his shoulder and your voice trembled.

“I am not sure.” Thomas’s brow furrowed. “Would you like to me to go check?”

You nodded. Thomas kissed you. “I’ll return shortly.”

He stood from the bed. You couldn’t help but notice his erection through the thin nightgown. Thomas followed your gaze and smiled.

“Soon my love.” He tugged on a dark blue dressing gown. He kissed you one more time before heading out into the hallway.

You settled back under the covers. Your hand rang over the curves of your breasts and you shivered in anticipation for what was to come. As you closed your eyes, your mind wandered first to Thomas. But soon images of Adam Marlowe invaded your mind.

In your mind, your hands moved up and down his body, exploring every inch and soon a second pair of hands exploring yours. You turned to see Thomas smiling behind you, his pupils large and lust blown. His lips ravishing your neck as Adam’s tongue explored your mouth. The creak of the door snapped you back.

“That didn’t take long.” You turned your gaze to the door and allowed the covers to fall away from your body as you sat up.

Something wasn’t right. The silhouette illuminated by the moon didn’t quite match Thomas’s. The hair straight where there should be curls, the dressing gown an unfamiliar shape. You pulled the covers back up.

“Who is it?” you called out, although you suspected you knew the intruder.

Adam stepped out of the shadows. His red striped dressing gown left untied, the sides hung loose at his sides. He wore no nightgown or undergarments.

Trivia Night | Stephen Strange x Reader

“Question 2: What year was Frank Zappa admitted to the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame?”

Stephen slammed the buzzer with lightening speed to hit it first.

“At the back?” the emcee asked.

“1995.” Stephen smirked, confident in his answer.

“Correct! Looks like you have some competition out there, Terminator. What’s your name back there?” The emcee shaded his eyes.

“T-3000.”

A smattering of chuckles and gasps came across the room. You popped your head up to see who dare to challenge you. Your eyes met a tall, goateed man sitting at the back. He winked and smiled at you. Scowling, you sat back down.

“This means war.” you whispered to yourself.

The emcee shrugged. “Looks like we have ourselves an actual competition. Onward and upward!”

The two of you steel yourselves for the next question.

“Question 3: Which country singer adopted the alter ego Luke the Drifter?”

You hit the button so hard it jumped on the table.

“Terminator?”

“Hank Williams.”

“Can you be more specific?”

You rolled your eyes. “Hank Williams, Sr.”

“Correct!”

You turned to see Stephen grumbling and grousing to his tablemates. You smiled. It was rare you had competition in trivia; the adrenaline was pumping.

#fic teasers #sir thomas sharpe #adam olla #sir thomas sharpe x adam x reader #thomas sharpe x adam x reader #only lovers left alive fanfiction #olla fanfiction #thomas sharpe fanfiction #crimson peak #thomas sharpe smut #adam olla smut #only lovers left alive #sir thomas sharpe smut #crimson peak fanfiction #crimson peak fanfic #only lovers left alive fanfic

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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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Sneak Peek, Anyone?

A teaser for my soon-to-be-posted Adam (OLLA) x Fem!Reader fic, Love At First Bite, is below the cut... enjoy! Hopefully this will tide you over until I finish it up ;)

Update: The teaser is still below the cut, but the whole fic has been posted! You can read it here.

His eyes swam with unshed tears as he continued.

His pupils dilated and his eyes darkened with lust before he continued, "...at least not yet."

#wip #fic sneak peek #fic teaser #adam olla #adam olla x reader #adam olla imagine #adam olla smut #adam olla x you #adam only lovers left alive #only lovers left alive #adam olla fanfic #adam olla x female reader #tom hiddleston characters

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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: I told you you’d be getting another one tonight! Requests by four anons! 🎃👻

Words: 984 Warnings: smut, period sex (somewhat)

It was perfect timing, really. First, your local grocery store had run out of apples and pumpkins and you had to change your entire schedule to still get everything done on time, then, on your way there, you had gotten your period—a day early, mind you and you had hence decided not to bring your large with emergency tampons in it with you.

Adam was usually polite enough not to mention it. It was as clear as day that he could smell the blood on you—and not just once had that ended in surprisingly sexy period sex. Still, it was the overall circumstances and the discomfort that bothered you this shortly before your Halloween festivities could begin.

By the time Adam woke up and the sun began to disappear behind the horizon, you were already melting the caramel and the toffee for the apples, filling his house with an irresistibly sweet scent while decorating.

“Goode evening!” ignoring your cramps—which, for once, were bearable this month—you glanced behind you when you heard Adam’s footsteps approaching.

“What are you doing?” Amusement swung in his smooth voice as he leaned against the wall and watched you balance on his sofa trying to hang a couple of plastic bats from the old-fashioned chandelier.

“I’m decorating, what does it look like I’m doing?” You grinned. Adam only made a face.

“Your excitement is adorable but I’m just gonna have a bunch of zombie kids knock on my door again and beg for candy. You know last time they threw eggs at my house because I didn’t answer the door? It took me four nights to clean it all up again.” You shrugged.

“Well, you should have just given them candy then.” Adam raised his eyebrows.

“Well, someone’s in a bitchy mood, hmm?”

“Adam… I’m not being bitchy, it’s Halloween and you know how much I love it and literally the first thing you do after waking up is complain about it. You haven’t even kissed me yet.” You snapped, arms akimbo. Adam took a deep breath, then another one—and you knew then that you had made a mistake. Not only was he your loving and caring boyfriend whom you loved and whom you wanted to treat kindly… but he was also your dom.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’m just…”

“On your period,” he finished the sentence for you. You nodded.

“What’s the other thing I’m smelling?”

“Toffee and caramel?” You offered innocently.

“You’re not burning my kitchen down, are you, kitten?” Your lower regions clenched.

“No. Now don’t tell me you’ve never heard of candy apples before.”

“Of course I’ve heard of them, I’ve just never eaten them. Come here.” You obliged almost instantly, climbing down the sofa and tiptoeing towards him on bare feet so he could embrace you. Hmmm… you loved how he always slept topless.

“You’re gonna like these then. I spied up the toffee with some of your… special juice.” Adam’s eyes widened.

“You did what now?”

“Well… maybe it’ll taste good! We’ll never know if you don’t try it!”

“How much longer will that stuff take to melt?”

“I’m not sure. The packaging says around twenty minutes. Why?”

Instead of responding, Adam threw you over his shoulder, carrying you into his bedroom. You squealed when he threw you on the unmade bed and made himself comfortable between your legs before you even had a chance to close them.

He growled, inhaling your scent as he tore your shorts off of you, revealing your sex to him—it would have been sexy if it wasn’t for the string of the tampon peeking out of your slit. Adam simply ignored it though. He was much more interested in your clit anyway, so it seemed.

You threw your head back when he wrapped his mouth around the sensitive bundle of nerves without any preparation whatsoever. Desire rippled through you, your fingers digging into his black bed sheets. This was no reward then… this was a punishment. It was too intense, too much… and yet, your body gave in to the pleasure that Adam forced on you almost immediately, demanding even more. Your first orgasm came too fast as he ate you out like you were his last meal, sucking each and every single wave of pleasure coursing through your body between his lips. You were pulsing against his mouth, and yet once the lust subsided, Adam did not stop, turning the relaxing orgasm into sweet pain.

The overstimulation had you jerk on the mattress, your wincing pitiful.

You screamed when Adam flicked his tongue over your clit—again and again until he could force another orgasm from you.

Time became meaningless. Halloween became meaningless. Your whole body was on fire, each and every one of your cells ignited as Adam made you cum for him over and over again. By the time he finally stopped, you were a sweating mess, the bed soaked and every single one of your limbs tingling with pleasure. You were numb, apathetic almost, and whimpering when he pulled you into his arms and against his chest.

“You did so well, kitten. Are you with me?”

You nodded faintly, unable to form any functioning sentences just yet.

“Next time you’ll think twice before you snap at me, hmm?”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, don’t be… I know you enjoyed this, kitten. Didn’t you?” You buried your face in his sneck, still somewhat dazed.

“Yes…”

“Of course you did. Now, how about we get some rest and then clean you up and then we can go to that Halloween festival you have kept nagging me about for the past week.” Your face lit up.

“Really?”

“Really. And then we stay the rest of the night in and watch some bad horror movies together.”

“That’s just gonna lead to more sex.” You stated matter-of-factly. Adam chuckled.

“Exactly.”

A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you supported me on Kofi! ♥ ko-fi.com/sserpente Big hug!

#adam olla #adam olla imagine #adam olla x you #adam olla x reader #adam olla x female reader #adam olla smut #only lovers left alive #only lovers left alive imagine #olla #olla imagine #tom hiddleston

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psychospore · 1 year

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Worshipping his Goddess

A/N Hello lovelies! This is a smutty spin-off for Mischievous Plan, if you haven't read it yet you can click the link. This took place sometime after you and Loki both have been in a relationship with each other.

I'm thinking of a proper sequel after this.

If you'd like other Loki or Adam OLLA Fics, please check out my Masterlist

Summary: Loki sneakily pays you a hot and steamy visit because he is one mischievous god wanting to worship his goddess.

Word count: 1150+

Pairing: Student Prince!Loki AU x Student Council Rep! Reader (High School-ish AU)

Warnings: smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Established relationship. Fluff. Please read at your own discretion.

It was almost midnight and you can't sleep. You decided to take a long, nice bath to try and calm yourself. You felt relieved after stepping out of the bath in your thick, fleece robe when you heard a muffled knock on your door.

Defensively you asked, "Who's that?" Stepping back to try and attack whoever it was behind the door.

"Open the door, y/n. It's me - Loki," he whispered from the other side of the door.

You hurriedly opened the door to let him in, "what are you doing here? What if you get caught by the patrolling guards?" you asked with a hint of panic in your voice as you locked the door behind you.

Loki was wearing a dark cloak - he took off the hood as he was smirking with bright eyes staring at you, "I am the god of mischief for a reason you know. I missed you and I can't sleep thinking about you so I figured you can help me with that, " as he leans closer for an embrace, taking in a whiff of you while his warm breath hits the crook of your neck sending jolts of electricity all throughout your body.

"And how do you suppose I do that?" you asked.

"We can start with this," he responds cupping your cheek as he took you in a deep, passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he guides you towards the bed. You sat as the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

He broke the kiss to look at you with much adoration, seeing his goddess in front of him waiting to be worshipped.

"Will you let me worship you tonight, my goddess?" He asked as he kneels between your legs.

"Who am I to refuse your service," you cooed.

"perfect," he responded as he delicately licks his lips, inching closer, spreading your legs to reveal a glistening cunt waiting to be filled underneath your robe. He pulled the tie on your robe to loosen it, the naked front of your body in full presentation waiting to be attended.

He cupped your breasts, savoring each moment he is in contact with every inch of your skin. Gently flicking each nipple before taking one in his mouth to suck and the other to fondle. A mischievous smile grew on his lips as he started to travel lower.

His warm hands caressed your inner thighs which made your whole body flush against his touch. He licked a wet strip on your dripping folds, causing your body to shudder in response. "L.. Loki.." you whimpered.

"Hush now darling, we don't want the guards finding out what you've been up to in the middle of the night" he breathed against your sex.

"And who's fault would that ---" he circled your clit before you could finish your sentence. He brought his other hand to your mouth and made you suck his two fingers before slowly inching it inside you. You arched your back as Loki started hitting all the right spots inside you over and over again. Your eyes grew heavy as you came close to your undoing. You clasped your hands on your mouth while your toes curled in the air as you climaxed, flooding Loki's fingers while he rides you out of your orgasm. You slumped back to the bed as wetness trickled from between your thighs.

"What a sight to behold, darling," as he pulls out his throbbing cock, stroking it in front of you. Mustering up your strength, you sat back up making your robe fall from your shoulders before yanking Loki closer - with your seidr you flicked all of Loki's clothes off.

You took over stroking his cock as you kneeled in front of him, licking the precum coming out of it before circling your tongue on his tip and licking the underside which made Loki groan in pleasure, throwing his head back. He guided you by grabbing your hair and steadily pumping it in and out of your warm mouth.

"Darling, I'm close..." He croaked, which made you stop in your tracks. With your seidr, you made it so that Loki was in the middle of your plush bed, and you straddled on top of him. "I'm sorry, darling. That will have to wait for a bit," as you teasingly guided his aching cock to your dripping folds. Loki didn't manage to stifle his salacious moans as you bottomed out on his cock.

You gyrated your hips as your sex adjusted to your lover's incredible size. Loki's hands explore your naked body in front of him. You mewled pathetically, unable to hold yourself back from the pleasure. Loki gripped either side of your hips and bucked his hip up towards you, hitting you deeper than before, continually thrusting to his heart's content.

He pulled out to flip you over on your fours and ram his cock into your pussy, hitting a different spot than before. His mouth forms an O as he breathes heavily, pounding inside you in lust-filled ecstasy. He slaps your ass cheeks leaving red marks where his hand was.

"Loki... Oh gods... I'm about to -- aaaaaahhh" a heavy gush drenched his buried cock before you could finish your sentence. Your walls clenched tightly around Loki sucking him in as he orgasmed in return, spilling his hot, white seed inside you. "Oh fuck, you are divine" he heaved in between bated breaths as he trailed kisses on your sweating back. A mixture of your ejaculates leaked from your cunt as he pulls out, drenching the bed underneath.

You collapsed face up on the bed and Loki buried himself between your breasts for comfort. Both of you heaving and panting.

"We were in no way discreet, Loki. I fear someone might have heard us" you said as you ran through his raven hair.

"It was too marvelous to be suppressed, love. You are out of this world, my sex goddess, and I would love to worship you over and over again at the risk of getting caught."

"mm-hmm... You were rather vigorous tonight might I say. Was it because of the silencing spell?"

"Quite observant of you to notice that, darling, and I thought I was being subtle"

"I almost did not, which made our act much more electrifying"

"Oh, so I presume you like the thrill too"

"Maybe"

Loki slowly stood and drew a bath which you both shared. He then wrapped you in your robe before tucking you into bed.

"You won't be staying?" You asked

"I'm afraid not, love. I need to go back before anyone notices that I'm missing," he responds as he kissed your forehead.

"I'll see you at the Academy today?"

"You already yearn for me that much, love?" He chuckled. "But yes, I'll see you later. I love you, my goddess"

"I love you too, mischief..." You trailed off as you succumbed to your sleep.

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tomhiddleston-is-mischief · 4 years

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Could you do a thing like the Loki one but it’s Tom Hiddleston and he used to date the reader in College but they broke up and they meet later and he sees her with a child who happens to be his

“Jealousy”

Tom Hiddleston x reader

Summary: Y/N and Tom dated back in 2003 when they were in college. When they meet up again, things are brought up from the past.

Warnings: angst, Tom crying :,(, fluffy ending :)

Word count: 1,030

A/n: So, this was not exactly like my Loki one, because I did not want to reuse my writing. Hope that’s okay! <3

(Yes, I know this gif is not from the set of Crimson Peak, but oh well)

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“Y/N, you’re needed in Tom H.��s trailer.”, my friend and coworker, Mallory, told me. At the moment, I am working on the set of a movie! It is called ‘Crimson Peak’. I am so excited for this opportunity! My daughter and I have been tight on a budget since she was a baby. Now, twelve years later, I have finally caught my big break as a make up artist for a movie. It is a pretty good pay, so I can surprise my baby girl with an actual house and everything else we could possibly need! We have only seen apartments and condos that we rent for a year or so. She is such an angel for understanding why we cannot have things like others at her school do. She can be so much like her father, it is crazy.

I shake my head, getting rid of the memories my brain holds of Tom. I should not be thinking of him here. At all, really. I open the door to ‘Tom H.’s’ trailer to doll-up his face. “Hello, sir. My name is-“

“Y/N?”, I heard a voice I never thought I would hear again. “T-tom?”, I turn around after I close the door. “What- what are you doing here, darling?”, he asks me. “I’m a makeup artist now. A-and don’t call me darling. I would prefer to just get this over with, okay? Thank you, sir.”, I hurry to set my things down. With shaky hands, I fill a small bowl up with foundation. My breaths are uneven as I turn around to face him.

“What are we even doing, Tom?”, I ask him with a hoarse voice from all the crying. “What do you mean?”, he sighs, still looking down as he sat on the couch. “This!”, I exclaim whilst flopping my arms in the air,”What is this? We- we don’t talk anymore, Tom..” It stays silent for a moment.

“Why?”, I ask him, now sitting next to him. I do not dare to look at him. He does the same towards me. “Why did you skip out on tonight? I- I was humiliated in front of all those people in the restaurant. We were supposed to be happy tonight..” A tear slides down my face. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”, Tom looks at the wall ahead of us. “It’s okay, baby. We just need to-“, before I could finish my sentence, Tom interrupts me. “No.”, he states,”I mean: I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore. I- I think it’s best if we part ways, darling.” I stay silent as tears built up in my eyes. They soon start to go down my face. “Don’t call me darling.”, I say, then get up to pack a suitcase.

I look at his face. It is still beautiful after all these years. His eyes are still a baby blue. His smooth skin still tan. His lips still the perfect shade. Of course, I cannot miss those curly strands of hair I used to love running my hands through. The hair that my daughter begs me to straighten. The same hair that I cannot bear to straighten because it is the only way I can feel like Tom is there with me. “Are you alright, Y/N?”, he asks me. “Peachy.”, I look away from his beautiful features, then start to reapply makeup.

That is how it went for the next week. I would walk in with a poor excuse of a hi, fix his face up, and walk out before Tom could make conversation. That is, until today. Before I could walk out, Tom grabbed my forearm softly. I purse my lips, and slowly look up to him. “Could we speak?”, he asks me. I sigh,”I’ve got a million of things to do..” Tom gives me the face. “Fine.”, I huff.

Who is he to have such a puppy-dog face?!

“Please just.. listen?”, he sits on the arm of the couch. I look at the ground with a nod. “First off, I am so sorry, and I do not expect you to forgive me just like that. It was very stupid of me to give you up just like that. I- I will admit I thought- I was jealous of your friend, Steven.. I pulled away from such a great woman because of that stupid feeling that I know, now, was very wrong.”, he begins with guilt laced in his words,”Secondly, you have grown into such an amazing woman. I am sure you have moved on from me. I just have to tell you that… You really were the one that got away. I am so sorry. I don’t expect you to come back. I just know I had to tell you this.” Tom finishes with tears in his eyes. I stand there in complete shock. Should I tell him? Probably. Would he be angry? Probably not. Sad? Probably. God, I hate to make him any of those.

“There was a reason that dinner meant so much, Tom..”, I say with my voice just above a whisper. He looks at me after wiping his eyes, trying not to mess up the makeup I perfected. I continue to speak,”I- I had news that.. It would change everything. Tom, I was pregnant.” I see his eyes widen. I’m sure his face paled underneath all the white makeup. “Y-you.. A baby? With me?”, his breathing gets heavy, so I hurry to step by his side. I rub his back as he starts to sob. With me whispering soothing words, Tom gets to the point where he only sniffled with an occasional tear.

“Thank you, darling..”, he says. For the first time in a while, I do not tense up at the word ‘darling’. “Of course, Tom.”, I get up from my spot, and pace. As I bite my nail, I feel his gaze on me. “You could come over tonight, and see her. She- she’s twelve now. Her name is Grace. Um.. That is- That is, if you want to?”, I ask him.

I see him smile at me softly,”I would love to, Y/N.”

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Kinktober - October 2nd

Don’t Start What You Can’t Finish

Loki Roommate AU Fingering

Fluffy blankets, cozy pajamas, and boozy hot cocoa was your current situation. You were huddled up on the couch with your roommate having a horror movie marathon. Your feet were tucked under you and you used his shoulder as a pillow. The big fleecy blanket was draped over both of your laps, keeping you warm.

You couldn’t help but keep glancing up at Loki. His long black hair was tied back in a bun on the back of his head, a few loose strands hanging down around his face. The grey t-shirt clung to his frame like a second skin and you didn’t even wanna get started on the gray sweatpants he was wearing. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a bit of a crush on him. And to be honest, you had for a while.

You've known Loki since you were children. You were only 6 when Loki and his family had moved in across the street from you. And of course you were too shy to go introduce yourself when you saw him and his older brother playing in their front yard. But his brother Thor had noticed and came over and introduced himself, then Loki. Ever since then, you and Loki were inseparable. Even now at 28 years old, and Loki at 30, you still were attached at the hip.

“You’re staring, Y/N.” Loki said, never looking away from the tv, a smirk gracing his lips.

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you quickly directed your gaze back to the movie that was playing.

“Sorry.” you mumbled, shifting away from him slightly so you were no longer leaning on him.

His arm quickly wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back against him.

“Get back over here.” he chuckled, leaning over to press a chaste kiss against your temple. It was a friendly gesture but it still made butterflies erupt in your stomach. His arm stayed wrapped around you as you continued to watch the movie. It wasn’t 5 minutes later when a raunchy sex scene came on the screen. You unintentionally began to rub your thighs together. In your head were images of Loki doing all of those things to you. To your horror, you let out a small whimper.

“Are you ok, darling?” Loki asked, concern lacing his voice. You quickly nodded your head, refusing to look at him. But he wasn’t convinced.

“Y/N, look at me.” he said quietly, bringing his right hand under your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. He looked into your eyes, searching for something. And apparently he found it, a cheeky grin finding its way onto his face.

You pulled your face away from him, ready to run to your bedroom from embarrassment. Before he could speak, you quickly cut him off.

“Not a word, Loki!”

“Darling, are you horny?” he asked, chuckling to himself.

“Shut up!” you yelled, grabbing a small pillow off the other end of the couch and throwing it at his face.

“My god, you are!” he laughed. Before you could get up, his hand grabbed your wrist, preventing you from running. “If you want help with that, all you have to do is ask. I’m more than willing!”

You froze on the spot, no longer trying to escape. His words sent heat straight to your core, but you weren’t sure if he was joking or not. You decided to play it off as a joke.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Loki.”

“Oh, I can finish it, darling.” He said, moving to sit directly next to you, his thigh touching yours. Your heart was about ready to beat right out of your chest.

“Loki, what are you doing?” You asked quietly.

“Finishing what I started. I know you like me, sweetheart.” he said, moving back to sit against the arm of the couch, stretching his legs out and holding his arms open, beckoning you to come sit with him.

You carefully maneuvered yourself so you were sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his broad chest. His arms came to circle around your waist, holding you in place.

“Loki…” you started, but he shushed you.

“Let me take care of you, little one. Do you have any idea how long I’ve had feelings for you?” he asked, his breath fanning over your ear. All you could do was shake your head. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I’ve wanted you for so long. And now I know you feel the same. You do feel the same, don’t you?”

He leaned down and pressed his lips gently against the side of your neck, making you shiver.

“Yes.” you whispered, letting your head fall back on his shoulder as his hands began caressing your thighs. A small whimper escaped your lips when his fingers ghosted over your clothed cunt.

“That’s it, little love. Let me hear you.” he whispered in your ear, letting his fingers graze over you once again.

“Mmm Loki.” you moaned.

You slowly spread your legs, a silent invitation for him to continue touching your most sensitive parts. He gladly accepted, running his middle finger over your clit through your flannel pajama pants. You bucked your hips in anticipation, not knowing when or even if Loki would properly touch you.

He rubbed you gently over your clothes for a few minutes until his name was pouring from your lips like a prayer.

“Loki, Loki, mmmm Loki!”

He took this chance to play with the elastic of your waistband, gently dipping under and running his fingertips over your hips, before asking for permission to go further.

“Can I touch you, Y/N?” he asked, his lips ghosting over your ear. You could only nod your head in response.

His hand dipped down slowly, his fingers expertly finding your slit and parting your folds, giving him access to your engorged clit. His fingers slipped easily along your folds, finding your hole and letting one digit slip inside.

“Oh fuck! Loki!” you moaned, bucking your hips against his fingers, desperate to be filled. Then he added another finger beside the first one, this one stretching your walls.

“That's it, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my fingers like a good girl.” he moaned, continuing to lazily plunge his fingers in and out of your wet hole.

You tried to buck your hips, but his free hand was pressing on your lower stomach, keeping you in place. His pace was way too slow and you needed more friction that he wasn’t giving you.

“Loki, please!” you begged, needing something… anything.

“What do you need, my baby love?” he asked, still lazily stroking your inner walls.

“I need more. Faster. Harder. Anything, please!” you moaned. Loki chuckled darkly at your neediness.

“Ask and you shall receive.” he said before quickly pistoning his fingers into your cunt.

His fingers curled with every thrust, stroking your g-spot and making your eyes flutter shut.

“Yes! Right there!”

Loki smirked, quickly adding a third finger, stretching your walls and making you scream. Your pleasure was written all over your face as you threw your head back against his shoulder, moaning out his name. You could feel your walls beginning to flutter erratically around his fingers, signaling that your release was imminent. Loki could feel that you were close, so he reached down with his other hand to rub furiously against your clit. You screamed in pleasure, bucking your hips against his hands, as your orgasm washed over you.

“Oh my god! Loki!”

He could feel your juices coating his fingers and he knew there would be a bit of a stain beneath your ass when you moved, but at this moment, he couldn’t care less. He had his dream girl cumming on his fingers and screaming his name.

Eventually your legs stopped shaking and your breathing began to even out. Loki’s fingers stayed seated deep inside you as you came down off your high. When you were finally able to breathe properly, he gently pulled his fingers from your weeping cunt and pulled his hand from your pants. You watched his hand, now glistening with your juices, as he brought it up to his mouth and licked your essence off of his long fingers. You almost moaned at the sight.

“So…” he started, unsure of how to continue the conversation. He’d just finger banged his best friend and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act.

“So, uh, that was… nice.” you said quietly, tilting your head to the side so you could look up at him.

“Yeah it was.” he said. “Would you maybe wanna, uh, do that again sometime?”

“How about we take this to your room?” you asked before getting up and holding a hand out to him. He gladly took it and stood up with you, practically dragging you with him to his room.

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